“
Twas brillig, and a mortal's tones
Did stretch a day beyond the braced;
A princess slain, dead to her bones,
A word distraught, a knight disgraced.
Portentia, Queen of Wonderland,
A crown of grief upon her soul,
Vowed to repay the world of man,
With mother's tears and pain untold.
Addison, keeper of the realm,
Now plagued with guilt from duties failed,
Swears to uphold his Lady's whelms,
Unyielding faith, but conscience veiled.
And so, they two a war will wage,
The Black Queen and her trusted Knight,
For all to know a mother's rage
And all to feel her daughter's plight,
While sibling girls of white and red
align against their mother's will.
They share her pain, their sister dead,
But they would not innocents kill.
The Queen's defeat is at their hands.
They strip her of her powers black,
then bind her to the Nightmares' lands
and split her crown and all it lacks.
Behold the Heart! Behold the Eye!
For here the Black Queen's power sleeps.
Leave them to rest, and by and by
The world will mend the broken deep.
For if these artifacts awake,
Surely then, too, the Queen shall rise.
And all will suffer in her wake
Beneath the blood-soaked screaming skies.
Beware the Heart! Beware the Eye!
Beware the Blade so Black!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
”
”
L.L. McKinney